Alone...

I sit here in our beautiful family room, the TV on for noise, alone with my thoughts. I can't remember the last time I was by myself, like this. Steve is in D.C. working incredibly hard and will be away for three days. It seems like a lifetime, particularly when it is our first night alone since that magical July 1st day upon which we said our vows, and Dada's first time away from his baby girl. We miss him a lot but know we are lucky that he has a job that keeps him busy, doesn't take him away from us often and has allowed us to make a home where a home was dreamed of. Samara usually goes to sleep around 7:30pm, but tonight she hit the pillow early after a fun-filled day with Mama, including a sweat-breaking, muscle-stretching baby & me yoga class, a walk in the sunshine and tons of giggles. Maybe I'll go to bed early, too. I miss my husband... Our home is looking lovely and I'm finally organizing the drawers and cupboards that I quickly filled to clear the counters. I like it to look tidy before it really is! Unpacking our few belongings has been like our wedding and Christmas all over again. We have so many lovely things given to us by friends and family that we never got to take out of their boxes. At last Harriet's lovely tea set, Susannah's Coltelli original, Hilary's majestic candlesticks and Gemma's stunning Indian bowl are all able to be admired, and how wonderful it is to feel such dear loved ones are near me every time I walk through a different room. I love being home, and while a few minutes of alone time are definitely healthy for us all, I love this place most when it is full of the laughter and games the three of us make at all hours of the day and night.